Where the Boys Are (Euterpe; Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer) is one of those pictures every intelligent moviegoer will loathe himself for likinga corny, phony, raucous outburst of fraternity humor, sorority sex talk and housemother homilies that nevertheless warms two hours of winter with a travel-poster tanorama of fresh young faces, firm young bodies and good old Florida sunshine.
Suggested by a story in TIME (April 13, 1959), Where the Boys Are describes one of the more frantic phenomena of the affluent society: the annual Spring-Ding or Florida Flip of the book-bashed, sun-starved North American undergraduate. Come...
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